Remember that night, up in the cabin? Curling up by the
fire with some hot chocolate and that special someone? The fire
is HOT. And so is he. Except, as you’re
soon to discover, he has a dormant case of poison oak…Yeech. Oh, that night— as
sweet and vicious as some apricot-habanero jam. Your mother warned you. It’s
what you get when you start getting mixed up with the hottest pepper on earth.
It burns. Yes, but, sometimes love don’t feel like it should. Babe, come
on, it hurts so good.
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